Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The moon is like a hook, hanging high above the sky.

In the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion, candlelight shines through the lanterns, illuminating the scene in the house.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a white cloak.

Next to him, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Nie Changqing all stood quietly.

Ni Yu grabbed the pouch in his arms and wanted to take an elixir out of it, but he didn't dare to be afraid of the rattling silence when he broke the elixir.

Ning Zhao's face was like a frost, she had read it, and completely devalued Lu Fan's uselessness, even in the text, humiliating Lu Fan's various words.

"Son..."

Ning Zhao hesitated to speak.

Lu Fan gently waved her hand to stop her words.

"Tianzi came to Beiluo, my son I promised him to help him do what he did not dare to do..."

Lu Fan said slowly.

The voice lingered in the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

"You have to go to Dijing."

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, put one hand on the guard, and tapped.

"Old Nie, Sister Ning, Yiyue...you are ready, tomorrow, I will go to Beijing with my son."

"My son is good-tempered, but the world lacks the awe of the practitioners."

Lu Fan said lightly.

Ning Zhao nodded slightly, and old Nie's eyes narrowed, and Lord Lu Shao entered Dijing, and it was absolutely conceivable what would happen to Dijing.

"By Lao Nie, you said to me that your wife and Xiaoshuang's mother were imprisoned in Daozong. When the matter of Emperor Jing is resolved, you will go to Daozong and take your wife back."

"In the name of Bai Yujing."

Lu Fan said slowly.

Nie Changqing shuddered, his lips twitching, and finally turned into a sigh filled with complex emotions.

"Thank you son."

Lu Fan nodded, waved his hand, and let everyone go out.

...

The original Chicheng.

Day Zhou Jingbing Barracks.

Jiang Li stared at the sand table in the big tent, Chi Lian stood in a voluptuous black skirt on his side, and several lieutenants also stared at the sand table to study the situation.

"Your Majesty went back to Beijing alone, did she fail to please Lu Ping?"

Jiang Li sighed after listening to his report.

He held out his hand and lightly tapped on the location of Beiluocheng in the sand table. Now, the situation during the Great Week, the biggest variable, is in Beiluo.

"Mobeike and Dantaixuan teamed up, and by means of Mobeike, it was impossible to let this variable exist, that is to say... Mobeike had attacked Beiluo City. That night's invasion, I thought it was to kill me It would be Wei Luan, the sons of the Yin and Yang families, but it was not... Maybe, Wei Luan went to Beiluo City.

Jiang Li analyzed.

Chi Lian looked shocked.

The Yin and Yang Family Zhu Luan?

That's the characters of the sub-classes. On the night of Drunk Dragon City, if Wei Luan really appears, I am afraid that the adults will be robbed, and Drunk Dragon City will be completely destroyed.

"However, judging from the current situation, Wei Luan...should be dead."

Jiang Li's fingers rubbed gently on the sand table.

"Died in the hands of Young Master Luluo."

"Therefore, Mobei Ke is very worried about Lu Ping'an. If His Majesty can call Lu Ping'an, Dijing will be safe. Because Mobei Ke cannot predict Lu Ping's means, he dare not venture or gamble."

Jiang Li said slowly.

In the big tent, no one else dared to speak out, listening to Jiang Li talking to himself.

Suddenly, Jiang Li turned to look at Chi Lian.

"How is the Bluebird?"

Chi Lian bowed and clenched his fists: "She needs to adapt to the blood of the war, adults need not worry, she has stabilized."

Jiang Li nodded his head and looked at the moon outside the big tent, his eyes mixed with emotion.

Since Lu Pingan did not go to Beiluo, then, what he needs to face...is the violent storm-like means of Mobeike and Dantaixuan.

Silent night.

The sound of a horseshoe burst.

Outside the barracks, hoofs thundered.

There seemed to be dark clouds that made people unable to breathe.

"Report!"

"The emperor ordered it!"

...

Thirty miles outside the original Chicheng.

"Why is this... really stupid!"

Mo Ju on the side of Dantai Xuan finished reading the script, with a cold face, and scolded.

Mo Beike also read the letter, closed his eyes slowly, and the wrinkles on his face trembled, not knowing how to express his mood.

"The family in Emperor Jing was too miserable by Kong Xiu during Yu Wentuo's time. Now, he has seized the opportunity and started to lie. It's a pity ... are stupid people."

"This paper script can really make He Shou famous, but he had thought about the impact of this paper script."

Mo Beike shook his head and sighed.

Not afraid of god-like opponents, but afraid of pig-like teammates.

This kind of scripture, although persecuting the emperor.

But... but he would also scold Lu Ping, who had never entered Beijing with the emperor.

Mo Mo, however, crumpled the letter and threw it on the ground.

"What kind of heart is Beiluo Luan's heart? As soon as this sentence is published, the miserable situation of the Beiluo family will soon be staged in Dijing."

"Tianzi might scoff the emperor Jing family, but what will Lu Ping's scruples?"

The ink fan was shaken violently, and his face was slightly white.

Dantai Xuan was sitting in the high seat, and he understood it.

"Giant, what next?"

Dantai Xuan asked.

Mobei Ke sat on the chair, his old face, and his heavy eyes slightly shook.

"Wait."

...

An iron ride came from the west, and the northern god Jing.

Xiliang Tieqi, the most powerful army in the Great Zhou Dynasty, if Jiang Li was in charge, the army under his command might be comparable to one, but Jiang Li was the master of the drunk dragon city for a few years, and the army of the mighty soldiers has already been in the past. Cloud smoke.

Xiang Shaoyun had a black armor, never wore a helmet, was carrying a relative, and rode on the back of a tall black horse. The black armor and black horse complement each other like a fierce god in the night.

On horseback, Xiang Shaoyun held a letter.

After glancing at it, he shreds the text.

"The writer, silly dog."

The generals around looked at each other.

You are the general and you are right.

The cold moonlight shone on Xiang Shaoyun's black armor, revealing the extreme ice cold.

Xiang Shaoyun pulled the horse rope and summoned a trusted general.

"Xu Chu, you wore my black armor and led the army to the original Chicheng. They were stationed five hundred miles outside the original Chicheng. Do you want to fight against the army of the North County, you can stand up."

Xiang Shaoyun said.

Xu Chu, a warrior with a burly figure and carrying two thorny iron balls, was slightly stunned.

"What does the hero mean?"

A smile appeared on Xiang Shaoyun's face, looking in the direction of Beiluocheng.

"Rarely here... Ben Taishou should also visit this world's first practitioner, Young Master Luluo."

The muscles under Xu Chu's armor swelled up, and there was excitement in his eyes.

A visit by Taishou... that's not what ordinary people can live with.

...

The next day, tomorrow.

When the first rays of morning light shone on the blue stone slabs of North Luocheng.

The heavy gate of Beiluo City opened slowly.

The luxury carriage drove out of the city.

The carriage window opened the curtain, revealing Lu Fan's warm face.

"Fan'er, go early and return early."

Lu Changkong put on his helmet and armor, facing Lu Fandao in the carriage.

He asked Luo Cheng to lead five hundred elite soldiers to follow Lu Fan into Beijing. Lu Fan originally refused, but Lu Changkong insisted on this. Therefore, Lu Fan did not refuse.

When Lu Fan's chariot left Beiluocheng.

In an instant, the spies lurking outside Beiluo City suddenly became energetic.

It seemed to startle a pool of birds and birds.

The individual pigeons galloped out.

Just when Lu Fan's convoy wanted to go to Dijing.

A carriage crossed the Beiluo Plain, crushed the dust, and appeared in front of Beiluo City.

Lu Fan lifted the curtain of the carriage and sat in a wheelchair, looking at the carriage in front of him.

The carriage on the opposite side also lifted the curtain, and an old man with a smile from the city and a big golden chain hanging around his neck came out.

Lu Mu followed the old man with complex emotions.

"Tianji Tianjizi, Lu Dongxuan, came to visit Master Lu."

The old man got out of the car, and the horses and horses who landed at the landing made a deep fight.

The expressions of the people around are extremely strange.

Ning Zhao pushed Lufan in a wheelchair off the carriage.

"Tianjijia?"

Lu Fan's seat, looking directly at Lu Dongxuan lightly, turned his eyes and landed on a golden chain of gold beads on his neck.

Suddenly.

On the bright gold chain on Lu Dongxuan's neck, a series of hollow gold beads began to rotate continuously.

Lu Dongxuan's complexion changed slightly, and his eyes appeared horrified.

Lu Fanmei raised it, although the gold chain of Lu Dongxuan is not like a spiritual tool like a spirit pressure chessboard, it is already a kind of spiritual object.

It is this golden chain that I want to use for Lu Dongxuan's deduction.

Lu Fan said lightly: "Old Nie, Sister Ning, Yiyue... This time Dijing, the three of you go, as for the handling method, everything is still the same."

"Well."

Nie Changqing and others bowed their hands.

"Xiao Ni, push your son back to the island."

Later, Lu Fan looked at Lu Dongxuan and Lu Mu, and nodded slightly.

Compared to dealing with the small fish and shrimps of Emperor Jingzhong, Lu Fan feels that the collection of Tianjijia is more important.

Outside North Los Angeles.

Watching Lu Shaozhu returned to the city again.

The spies of all major forces were ignorant.

This... the news was all sent out, and as a result... Lord Lu Shao went back?

A group of spies hurriedly re-wrote the secret letter and stuffed it with the pigeons.

Another startled shoal of birds.

...

In the large army account of the North County.

Dantai Xuan, Mo Beike waited all night, and finally a carrier pigeon flew.

They unfolded the letters sent by the pigeons, and the atmosphere in the big account suddenly became severe.

"After all, Lu Pingan is still out of Beiluo City."

Mo Beike sighed.

Dantai Xuan's expression changed, and after a long time, it was difficult to order, so that the army that had originally retreated for thirty miles, retreated to retreat for another hundred miles.

however.

Shortly after the order.

Another flying pigeon swooped in.

I took the letter and glanced.

Dantai Xuan: "..."